Page 22 - 1918 February - To Dragma

TO DRAGMA OF ALPHA OMICRON PI 115

Who can estimate the depth of the tragedy, oft-repeated, never
made right? The loss to spirit, ideals, and girls? And yet every
year chapters lose in this way all of the beautiful opportunity of
opening up joys of fraternity life to the eager, waiting girls of their
choice. So much is spoilt by a scene like this! Where is the love, the
spirit of true fraternity? I know that it is possible—for I lived in
the spirit of harmony for a year. I shall never cease to be thankful
for that experience. O h ! let us never cease in our efforts until every
member of every chapter is made to see things in their true light,—
to think less of self and more of "the other fellow." A Herculean
task, you say? A great one, surely, but one that we must perform
if we would not be hypocrites, "whited sepulchres." Let love rule
in our "fraternity" world!

M . K . S.

When winter walls us in, and wild winds blow,
Across the crumbling spaces of the snow,
There always will be one or two who hold
Earth's coin of less account than fairy gold,
Their treasure, not the spoil of crowds and kings,
But the dim beauty at the heart of things,
They hold more beautiful than any saith
The old, old masque of Life, and Love, and Death.